I feel closer to my friends than almost ever before. I don’t think I’ve felt this connected to my lil group of besties since high school. And I really think it’s because I’ve started to share the mundane. I don’t keep it to myself that I’m trying out a new toothpaste or I ran out of tissues in my office.
Inspired by my favorite piece of writing (see above duh) and this TikTok.
While this gentleman calls it a Wednesday Waffle. It was 5 months since I saw the TikTok and was like, well time to start on my Wednesday Wiggles. And it’s been fun! I’ve started noticing (and appreciating) the little things in my life and my friends are like…excited about it too? So here’s my Wednesday Wiggle to my internet friends. I hope you enjoy too :)
SOTW (Song of the Week for those of you who have not been subjected to this side of me for the past decade):
The music video is weird af but also a complete vibe. The lyrics that have me playing this on repeat:
It's hard being casual / When my favorite bra lives in your dresser
….
And I try to be the chill girl / That holds her tongue and gives you space
I try to be the chill girl / But honestly, I'm not
For as long as I have lived and prob until the end of time, I have tried to be the chill girl and guess what guys I AM NOT.
Plus the lyrics remind me of Touch Tank by Quinnie:
You took my breath away
So now I can't suck in my stomach around you anymore
We're too old to live with our parents
Do you wanna wake up to me every morning?
That’s the person I am. Not chill. You took my breath away. I’m not showing up as someone I’m not. We’re not getting any younger. So let’s just go ahead and wake up to each other every morning.
Plus, both songs explicitly mention going down on the singer. Which chefs kiss living during a time of music where women are like yeah, go the fuck down on me obviously.
My favorite outfit this week plus me continuing to utilize the Millennial French Tuck which shall never die:
Booky Booky:
I just finished The Next Mrs. Parrish and *audible gasp* at the psychological warfare at play in this book. Almost too hard to listen to but if Liv Constantine writes it, my ears will be a-listening. The one downside, this book had my least favorite book trope: dumb as fuck therapist suggests something that no therapist or overall rational person would suggest ever. Ever. Regardless I listened to this on 2x speed and it still gets 4 out of 4 Starbursts (my personal rating system).
Now I’m listening to The Girl on the Train. It’s…boring. I’ve attempted before but I am determined to not DNF again. I think I’ve actually gotten to a part where I’m starting to see a *gasp* plot emerging. My first attempt at this book was immediately after reading Gone Girl and for those who read Gone Girl…there’s just nothing quite like that twist. I would give anything for that moment and feeling again.
Articles I sent to my friends:
The Millennial Vernacular of Fatphobia by Anne Helen Peterson
This article is mucho importante because I grew up w/ Tumblrs that gave tips on how to be better at having an eating disorder. I grew up with a body that looked nothing like my peers. I grew up reading Cosmopolitan magazine. Now, my friends and I actively unlearn and unteach the hate for our bodies being simply our bodies. Our homes.
dives deeper into this with truths that make you gasp and lol. And then she does it again with:The Quiet Glory of (Continued) Aging Into Athleticism by Anne Helen Peterson
But there’s also something about pushing past your own understanding of your limitations that frees you from other arbitrary limits. As in: that was really hard. But my body can do really hard things, I know that now, in a way I never knew before, because I wasn’t actually interested in finding out.
(^just a glimpse into the beauty of this article)
The Thinks:
I recently got sick and it fucking sucked (and continues to suck). But the part that really did it for me is when my doctor said that I should take a break from running outside. This would be good advice even if I wasn’t sick. But running outside in 90-degree heat with only my legs and my SOTW on repeat is what keeps me feeling. It’s what gets me to my girl mossing:
The girl moss trend reminds us that maybe it is time we introspect on our life’s priorities and unlearn the utopian promises of hustle culture. It is time to escape from the constant cycle of working non-stop and losing out on the things that actually matter, and acknowledging that we are not meant to just survive but thrive. - glory be to the girl moss by
Without my running, my girl mossing has included coloring color by numbers, reading Runners magazine, and laying. It’s been boring but girl bossing was/is not for me. Do I feel weird to not be on a constant hustle? Absolutely. I spent years doing school, work every hour I possibly can, intern, be involved, see friends, etc. And now:
And the closer:
I have had paintings sitting around my apartment for umpteen months. I knew where they needed to be hung but I didn’t want to do it alone. I wanted it to be a project. A project between friends. Between lovers. Between siblings. Between neighbors. Between anyone but me, myself, and I.
Now the paintings hang though.
And I hated it. But I also didn’t. It was another way of making my place all mine.
Lately, I’ve been stuck on the fact that I’ve lived in the same county of the same state for the majority of my life. It used to seem like those 6ish years in North Carolina were so big. And a lot did happen but it’s not my life?
At first, it felt weird to realize that I’ve lived the same place for (almost) my whole life. Then it felt welcoming and right and natural and warm and fuzzy. But then I had to drive through my hometown TWICE and I felt small and icky and unsure. It’s interesting really because my hometown is right up the street from where I live and even closer to where I work. (I mean, literally less than 10 minutes away). But it’s a different me.
So here are the paintings I hung in my apartment all my myself. 10 minutes away from the town I grew up in. And I feel excited. That things are becoming all mine.
Ah! I gasped.
Is there anything more nostalgic than driving the streets of your hometown? Every intersection is a memory. Every first date spot. The McDonald’s parking lot of your first breakup. You know every street by heart. And your heart knows every person you drove on them with.
I was listening to John Mayer’s, Born and Raise, album yesterday. “One of these days I’ll be born and raised. And it’s such a waste to grow up lonely.” I think he copied those lines from your brain. We certainly aren’t getting younger.
So yes, I often think of the place I was born and raised. So many of those people are gone now. And I miss them terribly. It’s hard knowing there are people straight up living their lives just without you in it. Of course… I wonder if they think the same about me.
Keep wiggling💚